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“All I know is that you had the missing cash inside your locker when Rogue saw you getting ready to leave that night.”
What the hell is Waylon’s problem? Why is he having this discussion with me in front of other people?
The waitresses stop cleaning and move closer to hear what’s going on. Tony shifts so he’s standing inches away, almost as if he’s physically prepared to defend me.
“I know the evidence was damning, but I swear I’ve never stolen anything in my life.”
“I’m sure you understand that I need to call Rogue and verify all this with him.”
Dropping down onto a stool, I wave toward the phone in his hand. “Go ahead.”
Waylon glares at me as he holds the phone up to his ear. “Yo, Rogue… no the bar isn’t on fire… I… yeah, Skye is here. So, you’re good with her working here? What about the money?... okay, okay… Yeah, I got it.”
I shouldn’t take such delight in watching Waylon squirm, but I’m still a little pissed that after two years he’d have such little faith in me. However, it’s also hard for me to imagine any of my coworkers stealing from the bar.
After he ends the call, I jump up from the stool. “Can I get to work now?”
“Get clocked in and help Tony finish stocking.” Waylon spins on his heel and walks to the back office.
Rushing to the breakroom to put my stuff in my locker, I run directly into RaRa who spins me around in a bone-crushing hug. “Girl! I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Me too!”
It’s only been a few days, but this bar is my life. Being away was like losing a part of myself. Everything is exactly the same… Even RaRa is wearing his signature leather pants with high-heeled boots. He’s also donning the same off-the-shoulder see-through top I bought from Naughty/Nice, except his is a deep red instead of purple. Frowning, I realize he looks better in it than I do.
RaRa smirks knowingly and twirls for my amusement. “I know, I look hot,” he brags.
“Yeah, yeah,” I say dismissively. “We all know you’re rocking the hell outta that outfit. And no, we are not playing ‘Who wore it best’. I give, you win.”
RaRa chuckles for a moment before frowning and placing his hands on his hips. “All joking aside, what the fuck happened?” RaRa inquires. “One day, you’re the best bartender we’ve ever had, and the next, Waylon is telling everyone that you’re never coming back.”
Why would Waylon tell everyone I was never gonna come back? So much for confidentiality.
“It was a huge misunderstanding,” I explain. “I was getting my purse out of my locker and found a stack of bills. I have no idea how they got there. Next thing I know, Rogue is behind me, accusing me of stealing.”
“Stealing?!” RaRa shrieks. “I was wondering why Waylon called me that night asking a bunch of questions about you.”
“Hush,” I admonish. “After they took me to the clubhouse…”
RaRa holds up his hand to stop me. “They took you to the clubhouse, and you’re standing here to tell me about it?”
“Why does everyone assume the worst?”
But he’s not wrong… I didn’t think I’d ever make it out either.
“Honey, you work in a bar owned by bikers. Of course, everyone is gonna assume the worst when you’re suddenly no longer here.”
It might be wrong to not divulge my secret to my friends, but I haven’t yet come to terms with the fact that I could have a learning disability. Besides, Rogue asked me to keep it to myself for now.
I chuckle at his embellishment. “As you can see, I’m alive and breathing. I was able to explain what happened, and that was that. Rogue was hostile at first, but once I proved my innocence, he apologized and took me home.”
That’s a drastic understatement of what happened, but it’s all I’m willing to say.
RaRa rocks back on his heels and folds his arms. His gaze roams over my body, causing me to squirm under his watchful eye.
“Oh, my gawd… You fucked Rogue!” he shouts. “How did I not notice?”
“Shut up!” I hiss. “No… no, I didn’t. Wait, notice what?”
